The Brown Door

by PebsM   Nov 22, 2010


Shivering,

All dark,

I stared;

Alert.

Waiting,

Anticipating

For that

Creepy,

Slow,

Jerk.

Goosebumps,

It's chilling,

My body

Ran cold.

My palms,

they're clammy,

but my heart

grew bold.

I balled my fist,

My brows

It creased.

Tensed,

I sat up.

Yes, my mind

Was made up.

My courage,

It swelled,

I grasp it,

Prepared.

I've been

silly

for

far

too

long.

Yes!

I

Know

I

Can

Be

That

Strong.

I've been

Watching

That same

Old view.

Not sleeping,

That is

ALL

I

DO!

It's so

CHILDISH!

I'm scared

Of

An

Old

Brown

Door!

I should

Stop this,

It's just

All pure

Lore.

God Knows

Nothing's

Behind

That door

-WAIT-

-whats that something

CREEPING

On the

Floor?!

-A gnarled something

That

Looks

A

LOT

LIKE

GORE!

AHHHHH!

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